I 'm Brad, a recent high school graduate, working as an intern at a major hotel chain. While I've been at the corporate office, I spend most of my time in the hotels. I found that once I was well known, I could go to the hotel bar and get drinks without being carded, even though I was under-age.

One day I was enjoying a beer when one of the guests sat down next to me. He introduced himself as Mark, and said he worked for a major pharmaceutical company, developing new medications. He had one that was in the early stages of testing.

"What is this medication supposed to do?" I asked.

"It's a general-purpose behavior modification drug," he said, "It's intended to help people overcome addictive behavior."

"That could be really helpful to the many addicts out there," I observed.

"We're exploring an unexpected side effect to understand it better," Mark revealed.

"What sort of side effect?" I asked.

"It could potentially be used to create certain behaviors," he explained.

We continued to talk while sharing a few more beers, and then Mark invited me to his room.

That seemed a bit strange to me. It was something I wouldn't even consider doing, but I found myself agreeing. I followed him to his room, not even knowing why I was doing so.

Once the door was closed, Mark asked, "Do you normally follow guests to their rooms so easily?"

"I never have," I said, "This is my first time and frankly I don't know why I'm here."

"I'll tell you why," Mark responded, "I slipped some of the drug into you drink, which make you open to suggestion, making you especially cooperative."

I had no idea I'd been drugged, but that explained a lot. I realized that the drug was overriding my judgement, and feared what I might be made to do.

"What do you have in mind for me?" I asked.

"Are you gay or straight?" Mark asked.

"Strictly straight," I insisted, hoping that wasn't going to be challenged.

"Then I presume you have never sucked a cock?" he queried.

"Never," I affirmed, "And don't ever intend to."

"Then you'll do very well indeed," Mark announced, "Soon you will be sucking my cock."

That hit me like a ton of bricks! While I had no intention of doing such a thing, I knew I no longer had full control over my actions and watched nervously as Mark undressed and stood close to me, completely naked.

"Stroke me to erection," directed Mark.

My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, as I watched it reach out and take Mark's cock. I had never touched another guy's cock before, but now I was holding and stroking it to erection.

"Now Brad," he said, "I want you to enjoy what you are doing and desire my cock. Get me fully hard and feel free to kiss and lick it if you like."

Mark wasn't even telling me directly but was trying to tell me how to feel. It worked. As I held his cock I started to really like it, and was drawn to it. I kissed the head and licked it, as Mark had suggested. But I didn't do it because he commanded me to. I did it because I wanted to – that was kind of scary.

Mark said nothing more, but just observed me as I ministered to his cock. I opened my mouth and took him in, noticing how nice it felt in my mouth. I ran my tongue all over, exploring its contours.

If not for the drug I would never have done this and would have been mad as hell that Mark was making me do it. But it was very subtle – he didn't directly make me do it, but he did make me WANT to do it. I was completely straight but wasn't any more.

I continued to suck, enjoying it as I did, until Mark came, filling my mouth with his hot load. It was strong tasting, and very different from anything else, but I loved the taste and wanted more.

As Mark pulled out of my mouth, he squirted a last shot of cum on my cheek. "That's perfect, Brad," he said, "It's important that you display that proudly – if anyone asks you, be sure you tell them what it is and how you got it." He was setting me up to be publicly humilated, and I knew I'd be willingly going along with it!

Mark told me to go ahead and swallow, which I did. It was then that I noticed that he had a video camera recording everything that happened. He sure knew how to humiliate me! Mark thanked me for helping with his research and told me I could leave, but directed me to go hang out at the bar and see if anyone noticed. I left his room and returned to the bar and took a seat. Sally was working at the bar and approached me. She asked what I wanted but said nothing about the cum on my face. I was sure she saw it and knew what it was by the smirk on her face.

When she brought my beer, she asked, "Looking for another guy?" I blushed and she continued, "You wouldn't be the first."

I drank my beer, now embarrassed to know that one of my co-workers now knew I was a cocksucker, and hoping she wouldn't tell. As I was finishing my beer an older guy sat down next to me and said, "What's that on your face?"

I didn't want to say anything, but I had to, so I answered, "Semen."

"How'd you get it?" he asked. He must be playing with me.

"I gave a blowjob," I said, humiliating myself, which was even worse that sucking Mark.

"I was pretty sure when I first saw you," the guy said, "But wanted to see how bold you were. Sitting here with a face full of cum is quite a way to fish for cock to suck."

He invited me to his room, where I soon was on my knees sucking him. He pulled out and shot his load all over my face. His cum dripped down my cheeks and onto my shirt. He sent me on my way, my face completely loaded with cum.

Since I had already been to the bar, I was under no obligation to go back, so I decided to go home before anything else happened. I took the elevator down, glad I was alone. To my horror when the elevator stopped at the bar level, Sally got in and of course had something to say. The light was a lot brighter in the elevator than in the bar.

"You've been a busy sucker, haven't you?" she asked.

"Please don't tell anyone," I begged her.

"For someone who wants to keep it secret, you sure are blatant about it!" she said.

"It's complicated," I said.

"I'll bet that's a good story," she said, "I'll keep your secret as long as you tell me all about it." I agreed, and quickly left the elevator when it reached the ground floor. I quickly walked through the lobby and out to my car, lucky enough to not be seen by anyone else.

All the way home I thought about Sally seeing me with cum on my face and thinking I was some kind of pervert. I looked forward to telling her the truth, so she knew I was drugged into doing it.

The next day at work I left a voicemail message to Sally that I wanted to talk with her and asked her to call me when she arrived. Her shift didn't start until 4pm, but I wanted to catch her right away, before she told anyone else.

Sally called me about 3:45pm and said she had a few minutes before she had to start work, so I met her in the employee break room. I told her the entire story, to which she eagerly listened. "That's amazing," she said, "Is that guy still here? What he did is illegal, and you should report him."

"I don't want this going any further," I insisted, "I just hope you will be discreet about what I've told you."

Sally agreed, but couldn't help asking, "So how did you like sucking?"

"It was humiliating," I said, "But I found myself willingly doing something I would never have done otherwise."

That was the truth, but not the whole truth. I actually liked it, wondering if the drug was still affecting me.

I logged onto the registration system and looked up the guy who drugged me. I wrote down his name, address, and phone number, in case I needed to contact him, or in case I had an opportuntity for revenge.

I saw that he had checked out but saw that he had a reservation in three weeks.

I don't know how long the drug was in my system, but I continued to think favorably about cocksucking, and wanted to do it some more. I sure wasn't about to look for cock where I worked, so I went to a local adult book store, where I heard they had a video arcade with glory holes. The sign on the door said nobody under 21 would be admitted, but I ignored it and went in. The woman at the counter didn't seem to care about age, and readily sold me ten dollars worth of video tokens.

I entered the video arcade and went into a booth, dropping a few tokens into the machine. There was a glory hole in each of three walls. Two of the adjoining booths were empty, but there was someone stroking in the other booth. I looked through the hole and saw the cock approaching. As soon as it came through the hole I began to suck it, surprised at how enthusiastic I was. I was pretty sure the drug had worn off, since most drugs don't last longer than 24 hours, but it left me really loving cocksucking. I simply couldn't help how I felt, and eagerly sucked the cock I had, causing him to cum in a few minutes.

His strong cum tasted wonderful – my only regret was how small the load was. He pulled out and left, as I heard guys in the other two booths come in. Soon a cock came through one of the holes and I began to suck it. Then a cock came through the other hole. I stroked him to keep him interested until my mouth was available. I finished off the cock in my mouth and then sucked the one in my hand. Soon he came as well. After that I waited fifteen minutes without any more cocks, so I left, saving my remaining tokens for another day.

The next time I was in the bar I was a lot more careful about protecting my drink. Sally approached me, greeting me warmly. "I know you found sucking to be humiliating," she said, "But just in case you ever want to do it again, I can discreetly connect you with someone."

I thanked her but told her I wasn't interested. "If you change your mind, just let me know," she said.

All through the next day I thought about Sally's offer. While initially I had rejected the idea, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to warm up to it. I left a voicemail for Sally advising her that I'd changed my mind. When she arrived, she called me and I briefly met with her.

"I kind of thought it would just be a matter of time," Sally said, "What made you change your mind?"

"Nothing specifically," I said, "It's just that the desire just grew – maybe a residual effect of the drug." I wanted her to think I was simply a victim, not an eager cocksucker.

"Here is what I have in mind," Sally said, "My boyfriend Jeff keeps wanting me to suck him, but I don't want to. I can line you up with him, but can only do it when I'm having my period."

"Why only then?" I asked.

"We don't have sex then, and if you take care of him, I don't have to worry about him messing around with other women." That sounded like a very practical approach. I agreed and Sally said she would call her boyfriend and have him come by to meet me.

A little while later I met Jeff, who was glad to be finally getting a blowjob. Sally got me a key to a vacant room, where I took Jeff. He unzipped and soon I was on my knees sucking him. He came, giving me a nice strong load, which I eagerly swallowed.

"That was great," he said, "I'll be contacting you for more." I gave him my cell number and he said he would text me when he was ready for more. I had no idea when Sally was having her period, which was none of my business, but Jeff knew.

From that point on, once a month Jeff would contact me, and I would blow him several times that week. One day Sally said, "No more blowjobs for Jeff – we split up." She thought Jeff would be cut off, but now that he wasn't with her, he didn't need to wait for Sally's period. I was blowing him about three times every week.

Soon Sally had another boyfriend, and I was sucking him as well. Sally's relationships tended to last about three months, so I could count on adding more "regulars" accordingly. I still enjoyed the glory holes, but even more I loved having a group of regulars to feed me.

I never did contact the guy who drugged me. I was enjoying sucking so much I had no desire for revenge. If I ever meet him again, I would thank him (and of course suck him)!

  To be continued . . .

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